Why must my visions be so clear
The truth, the truth, I`ve got work to do
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can`t paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must have just missed him
Am I in a southwest street gang?
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin` nuts hang?
But do you care
I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn`t no where
And what about the time I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat...fuckin` sucked
But you news wouldn`t know me
You could give a fuck less never the less unless
Something happened in your suburbs
I`m a cut your daddy`s neck, you little fuckin` nerd
I don`t give a fuck where you`re from boy
So don`t tell me cuz I don`t give a fuck
It`s all about what`s going on in your head
Do or don`t you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you (3x)
Do or don`t you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you (3x)
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
I woke up next to a dead body
Roll it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my kicks and step out my room
Cuz somehow there`s another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all over the grass
I`m a kick somebody in they dead ass
Quick to make a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there`s another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No.
Is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into
dead bodies
But I`m straight with that
Just don`t be leaving your guts in my car n` shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day
I gotta wonder if they do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too
I can`t do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
I`m gonna swim in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you (3x)
Do or don`t you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you (3x)
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
Yeah, dead bodies man
They ain`t so bad
I mean they`re all over in the
Streets n shit ya know
But they don`t be fuckin` with you
They just lay there dead as shit
I mean they tasted kinda straight
With a little mustard, man
Yeah, much worse
Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All seventeen on fire
Lightening up the sky with the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go baddy
Motherfucker don`t be nothing like your daddy
Cuz he`s nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created this ghetto
They can deal with they own creation
Move out farther, suburb vacation
But it don`t work like that
Knock at your door and it`s me running slug bat
I`m a stick it to your fuckin` nugget
About seventeen times and you`re gonna love it
motherfucker
Drive down my street
And stare at the folks who can`t make end`s meet
You don`t know now but that`s the plan
Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man
Take that to your golden bed
Cuz I`m a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you (3x)
Im gonna cut your ass up man, for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you (3x)
Im gonna chop your ass up man, for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don`t bother you (3x)
Well, ya know Violent J`s kinda wicked
If there`s a booger in my nose I`m a pick it
And flick it in your eye like you ain`t jack
And stomp my boots on your nutsack
Well, I`m Shaggy and I`m in the house
You don`t think so, I`ll put a brick in y
